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𝖢𝗐 : 𝖲𝖬𝖴𝖳,𝗉𝗂𝗏, 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽!𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐,𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀,𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀!!(𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍),𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 : 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝖽ra𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾!!

𝗐𝖼 : 𝟥𝟢𝟢 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌

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𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈’𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌. 𝖧𝖾’𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗆, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎,

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇?” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖠 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. “𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒. 𝖲𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌.

𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌. “𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾” “𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒? 𝖴𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌.” 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇.

“𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇? 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇.” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒, 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾. “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗂𝗍. 𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾,” 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗑𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾.

“𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. 𝖲𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅.” 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌. “𝖦𝗈 𝗈𝗇, 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝖦𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗌, 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍. 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾.

𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋. “𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇.

“𝖬𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇.”

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𓍯𓂃M.LIST 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐱 𝟗𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : (𝄞)

headcanons: 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝,𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲.

summary: 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬

The clinical white doors pushed open again as the staff wheeled Yeoni into the recovery area. She lay small and still on the hospital bed, her head tilted to the side as the heavy fog of the sedation kept her under. The nurses parked her bed in the center of the room where the cameras were stationed to capture the members waking up. Seungmin, who was already fully alert and sitting nearby, immediately he walked over to her side. He looked at her pale face and poked her arm gently, trying to get a reaction for the vlog. Yeoni-ah, wake up, he said with a mischievous grin. You looked like a total mess coming out of there. Yeoni didn’t open her eyes, but her lips moved. It wasn’t a joke or a complaint about hunger like the others. Instead, a soft, broken whisper came out of her mouth. Felix? Where is Felix? he glanced quickly at the camera crew behind him. He leaned in closer, trying to distract her. Yeoni, it’s Seungmin. Do you know who I am? Are you hungry? Yeoni shook her head slightly on the pillow, her brows knitting together in distress. No, I want Lix. Is he okay? Bring me to Yongbok-ah. She reached her hand out into the air, blindly searching for something. Seungmin felt a bead of sweat on his neck because he knew exactly why she was asking, but they were supposed to be keeping that a secret from the fans. He grabbed her hand to stop it from flailing, but she pulled away, her voice getting louder and more insistent as the drugs made her lose her filter. I need to hold his hand. Where did he go? Just as Seungmin was about to signal the staff for help, the doors opened once more. Two nurses wheeled in another bed, and on it was Felix. He was just as sedated as Yeoni, his eyes closed tight and his breathing deep. The nurses moved with practiced efficiency, sliding Felix’s bed directly next to Yeoni’s. There was no space between them now. The cameras zoomed in, catching the exact moment Felix’s hand drifted off the side of his mattress. Even though he was completely unconscious, his fingers brushed against Yeoni’s arm. The second she felt his touch, her entire body relaxed. Her frantic whispering stopped instantly. As if he could feel her even in his sleep, Felix’s hand found hers. His fingers slid between hers, interlocking them tightly. He pulled her hand onto his own bed, tucking it close to his chest while they both remained silent in the room Seungmin sat there in total silence, staring at their joined hands. The other members began to crowd around, watching the scene unfold. Yeoni finally settled, a small, peaceful smile appearing on her face as she turned her head toward him, her nose almost touching his shoulder.

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𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒙 9𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 @hyubbella

The playground was filled with the chaotic energy of SKZOO ATTACK #2. The air smelled of rubber, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of the laser tag equipment. After a grueling round of capturing bases and dodging foam grenades, the producers called for a mid-game penalty break.

The teams were split: Team Carnivore, led by the dramatic and strikingly competitive Hyunjin, and Team Herbivore, led by the mischievous Han Jisung. You had been drafted into Hyunjin’s team, tasked with being the "Secret Weapon" of the Carnivores.

"Okay, everyone, listen up!" the PD shouted over the megaphone. "To earn a revival for your teammates, one member from the losing skirmish must perform a 'Leader Loyalty' mission."

Because Han’s team had managed to sneakily snag a banana item right at the buzzer ,Hyunjin’s team was on the hook. Hyunjin stood in the center of the staging area, his long/short hair tied back in a small ponytail, looking every bit like a prince who had just come off a battlefield.

"The mission is simple," the PD continued. "To revive your fallen members, one team member must either kiss their leader’s hand for five seconds or give them a ten-second hug."

The rest of Stray Kids erupted into chaos. Lee Know was already fake-gagging in the corner, while Felix was giggling and pushing you forward.

"I’m the leader! I’m the leader!" Hyunjin exclaimed, his eyes widening as a playful, shy smirk crept onto his face. He held his hand out regally, though his ears were already turning a bright shade of pink.

Han Jisung leaned against a crate, taunting them. "Do the hand kiss! Let’s see some drama, Hyunjin-ah!"

You looked at Hyunjin. He was tall, his presence commanding yet soft in that way only he could manage. The cameras were zooming in, and the red "REC" lights felt like spotlights. You stepped forward, and for a moment, the bustling warehouse went quiet.

Hyunjin watched you approach, his breath hitching slightly. He expected the hand kiss it was the "safe" option for a variety show. He braced himself, extending his slender fingers, his rings catching the overhead lights.

But instead of reaching for his hand, you stepped into his personal space. The height difference was prominent as you looked up at him. Hyunjin’s eyebrows shot up. "Wait, are you doing the hug?"

You didn't answer. Instead, you reached up, placing a hand gently on his shoulder to steady yourself. Before he could react, you leaned in and pressed a firm, sweet kiss to his right cheek.

The silence that followed lasted exactly one second before the warehouse exploded.

"OHHHH!" Bang Chan yelled, jumping up from the benches.

"THAT WASN'T ON THE LIST!" Seungmin shouted, though he was grinning and clapping.

Han was clutching his chest, looking like he’d just witnessed a K-drama finale.

Hyunjin froze. His eyes were wide, and the pink that had been on his ears instantly flooded his entire face, reaching the roots of his hair. He looked like a deer in headlights, but a very happy deer. He let out a breathless, high-pitched laugh, hiding his face in his hands.

"Wait, wait!" Hyunjin stammered, his voice an octave higher than usual. "Does that count? PD-nim, does that count?"

The PD laughed behind the camera. "We'll accept it as a 'Special Bonus Revival'!"

Hyunjin finally uncovered his face, his eyes shimmering with a mix of embarrassment and genuine affection. He looked at you, a lopsided, giddy smile on his lips. "You really... you just did that on camera," he whispered, mostly to himself.

straightening his tactical vest and grabbing his laser gun. "Okay! Team! We have our revival! Let’s go win this for our Secret Weapon!"

As the countdown for the next round started 3, 2, 1, GO! Hyunjin made sure to stay right by your side. Every time a member of Han’s team tried to aim at you, Hyunjin was there, blocking the shot and yelling, "Not the Secret Weapon! Not today!"

By the end of the episode, even though they were exhausted and sweaty, Hyunjin couldn't stop glancing your way, his hand occasionally drifting to his cheek where the warmth of the kiss still seemed to linger.

𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔!!

𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 1 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 2 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕

The basement was not a dungeon of cold stone, but a high-tech sanctuary of silence. There were no windows, only screens that displayed high-definition loops of forests and oceans. For weeks, you played the role of the broken bird. You stopped fighting. You ate every meal Seungmin prepared, you sat still while Hyunjin brushed your hair for hours, and you leaned into Felix’s chest when he whispered his deep-voiced apologies.

You became a ghost of yourself, an obedient shadow that moved exactly how they wanted. You learned their rhythms the way Chan’s eyes would grow heavy after twenty hours of monitoring, the way Minho’s guard dropped when he thought you were finally "tamed." You were waiting for the one thing they couldn't fully control: the arrogance of their own success.

The opportunity came on the night of the "Anniversary." It had been exactly six months since they had taken you. They celebrated with a lavish dinner, drinking expensive wine and basking in the glow of your quiet, submissive smiles. By 3:00 AM, the house had finally succumbed to a heavy, artificial peace.

You had spent months palming the small, jagged piece of the seashell Chan had crushed. You used it to slowly saw away at the reinforced plastic seal of the service elevator’s manual override a flaw Seungmin had overlooked in his obsession with digital security. With a heart that hammered like a trapped moth, you slipped out of your room. The hallway was silent. You moved like a ghost, barefoot, memorizing the pressure points of the floorboards you’d spent weeks mapping.

The air outside was shocking. It was freezing, smelling of pine and wet earth. You didn't run down the driveway; you knew the cameras would catch you there. Instead, you plunged into the thick, jagged brush of the forest, the thorns tearing at your silk nightgown, your feet bleeding as you scrambled over rocks. You ran until your lungs burned like fire, until the estate was nothing but a distant, glowing eye in the dark.

You reached a narrow, two-lane road just as the first grey fingers of dawn pulled at the sky. You were exhausted, covered in mud and scratches, looking like a specter. In the distance, headlights appeared. You waved your arms frantically, tears blurring your vision. Freedom. It was right there.

The black SUV slowed down, the tires crunching on the gravel shoulder. Your heart soared until the driver’s side window rolled down.

It wasn't a stranger. It was Minho. He looked bored, his hand resting casually on the steering wheel. Behind him, in the shadows of the backseat, you saw the glint of Han’s wide, mischievous grin.

"You're remarkably fast," Minho said, his voice as calm as a morning breeze. "But we’ve had a tracker in the hem of that nightgown since the day we bought it. Did you really think we’d let you run in the dark without a leash?"

Panic spiked. You turned to bolt back into the woods, but the back door flew open. Hyunjin stepped out, his long hair windswept, his eyes burning with a terrifying mixture of fury and adoration.

"Enough!" he barked.

You scrambled backward, your heels catching on the uneven pavement, but he was faster. He moved with the grace of a predator, closing the distance in three long strides. You turned to run, but his arms wrapped around your waist like iron bands.

"No! Let me go! Get away from me!" you screamed, your voice raw, your fists thumping uselessly against his back.

Hyunjin didn't even flinch. With a low grunt of effort, he hoisted you up, flipping you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. Your stomach hit his shoulder hard, knocking the wind out of you.

"Put me down! Hyunjin, please!" You kicked your legs, your hands clawing at the fabric of his expensive coat, trying to find purchase to push yourself off.

"Stop struggling," he hissed, his hand coming down firmly on the back of your thighs to pin your legs in place. He began walking toward the SUV, his pace steady and relentless. "You’ve had your fun. You’ve had your little breath of fresh air. Now, you’re going back to the dark where it’s safe."

He reached the car and tossed you into the backseat, where Changbin was waiting to catch you. As Hyunjin climbed in after you, slamming the door and locking it with a final, heavy click, he leaned over you, his face inches from yours.

"I'm going to have to paint this," he whispered, his fingers tracing a bloody scratch on your cheek. "The way you look when you're desperate... it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. But don't ever make me chase you again. The next time, we won't bring you back to the bedroom. We'll bring you to the cellar."